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Just got back from a week on the Outer Banks, and it was AWESOME.
There were three families with a total of 4 kids, ages 3, 5, 7, and 10. The BG was the youngest, and the only girl, and she had the time of her life. The oldest kid makes these amazing guns out of paper and tape, with parts that move (e.g. magazines that can be removed and reinserted), and they all spent HOURS creeping up and down the stairwell and jumping out from behind corners and "pshiewing" each other, as the BG likes to say. Plus there was a POOL, and then on top of that the BEACH. Literally the first thing out of her mouth one morning, practically before she opened her eyes, was, "Can we go to the beach?"
Once upon a time I went to the Outer Banks annually, but this was my first visit since Hurricane Isabel in 2003, and the northern towns (Duck and Corolla) are WAY more developed than they were. It's all right, I guess, but now that they've taken on a life of their own, I miss the days when Nags Head/KDH was the center of the Outer Banks. Plus, so many of the houses are just freakishly luxurious. (Our house had 6 TVs, including 4 plasma TVs. IDEK.)
I did get to watch actual HDTV, and I discovered that (to my eye) it gives everything an immediacy (I guess that's the word) that makes it seem taped, rather than filmed. I also realized how much I've internalized the idea that film is superior -- because we'd be watching a decent movie (OK, The Jackal -- so not art house fare, but Willis and Gere and Venora and certainly Poitier aren't complete hacks), and I'd have these weird moments where it reminded me of a soap, and that seemed like a bad thing.
There were three families with a total of 4 kids, ages 3, 5, 7, and 10. The BG was the youngest, and the only girl, and she had the time of her life. The oldest kid makes these amazing guns out of paper and tape, with parts that move (e.g. magazines that can be removed and reinserted), and they all spent HOURS creeping up and down the stairwell and jumping out from behind corners and "pshiewing" each other, as the BG likes to say. Plus there was a POOL, and then on top of that the BEACH. Literally the first thing out of her mouth one morning, practically before she opened her eyes, was, "Can we go to the beach?"
Once upon a time I went to the Outer Banks annually, but this was my first visit since Hurricane Isabel in 2003, and the northern towns (Duck and Corolla) are WAY more developed than they were. It's all right, I guess, but now that they've taken on a life of their own, I miss the days when Nags Head/KDH was the center of the Outer Banks. Plus, so many of the houses are just freakishly luxurious. (Our house had 6 TVs, including 4 plasma TVs. IDEK.)
I did get to watch actual HDTV, and I discovered that (to my eye) it gives everything an immediacy (I guess that's the word) that makes it seem taped, rather than filmed. I also realized how much I've internalized the idea that film is superior -- because we'd be watching a decent movie (OK, The Jackal -- so not art house fare, but Willis and Gere and Venora and certainly Poitier aren't complete hacks), and I'd have these weird moments where it reminded me of a soap, and that seemed like a bad thing.
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